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Chapter 108: No Money Forces the Heroic Ambition to Fail

Zhou You frowned slightly, guessing that Li Hao might have made a mistake in his inquiry.

Just think about it, a warrior with Qi and blood is so precious that he would never fall to this point.

Then the big-headed young man said, "I got it. I have such a person. Follow me."

The big-headed young man took Zhou You through many twists and turns and soon arrived at a slum area.

This is the accommodation area for refugees, and there are simple shacks built with local materials everywhere.

A gust of wind or a little fire could raze this area to the ground at any time.

The shacks, built with various materials such as rotten wood, dry grass, branches and rags, are connected in all directions and can be seen from the sun and the moon.

It can’t block the wind or rain, and it can’t even block the gaze from outside.

The only purpose of such a residence is to prove that you are still a human being.

As I walked, a strange smell of meat came towards me.

Zhou You thought that the free-range chickens and guard dogs must have been stolen from someone's house again. These refugees must be starving.

"These starving ghosts dare to eat anything?"

The big-headed young man cursed and kicked over the wooden board on the road. Unexpectedly, there was a pit behind it. There was a family living in it, huddled together and looking at them in horror.

His face was full of anger. He jumped over the pit and rushed straight towards the source of the fragrance.

Zhou You followed closely behind and soon arrived in front of a large pot of boiling hot soup.

The aroma of meat filled the air, but no one was enjoying it at the moment.

A one-armed man stood next to the cauldron, his face full of suppressed anger.

"We are human beings, not animals. We would rather die of starvation than eat human flesh."

Human flesh, is that human flesh being cooked in the pot?

Zhou You saw the pale chunks of meat floating in the pot, his nose suddenly filled with a stronger aroma of meat, and a nausea-inducing feeling rose in his throat.

He gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge.

The one-armed man was Zhuang Tie of the Dazhuang Fist. Zhou You had met him once before.

The culprits on the ground were already starving like skeletons. They smiled foolishly and did not respond to his words.

The big-headed young man stepped forward and clasped his fists, "Brother Tie, I still have some money here."

He took out the change Zhou You had just given him and said, "I'm going to buy some food for emergency."

“No amount of food is enough.”

Zhuang Tie shook his head dejectedly, "Xiao Shao, bury the things in the pot."

He turned around and saw Zhou You, his eyes paused slightly, and then looked away.

Xiao Shao, a big-headed young man, was quite prestigious among this group of refugees. He pointed out a few people to clean up the scene.

He has arranged things, please Zhou You follow him.

Zhou You already understood that the Qi and Blood Warrior that Xiao Shao mentioned was Zhuang Tie of Dazhuang Fist.

Zhuang Tie is a Qi and Blood warrior who is comparable to Lu Qiang. His strength is probably between Qi and Blood stages 4-6. Even if his strength has declined due to a broken arm, he is still a master who should not be underestimated.

However, he has a grudge against Jianxiong Martial Arts School and may not agree.

The big-headed young man took Zhou You and followed the other party's footsteps to a slightly different shack.

This shack is larger and more spacious. Its builder put a lot of thought into it, and it has the basic functions of sheltering from wind and rain and providing a place to rest.

"Brother Tie, I'm bringing a guest in."

Xiao Shao took Zhou You straight into the shack, and the originally extra space was immediately not enough.

Zhuang Tie had his back to them and was bending over to feed medicine to the person on the bed. If one listened carefully, one could hear slight wheezing and coughing.

Zhou You originally thought that the person on the bed was Zhang Shiyu, but when he saw the patient's appearance, his hair stood on end.

There was an old man lying on the bed, he was the Dazhuang boxing master, Zhuang Daqiang.

But wasn’t he beaten to death by Wang Jianxiong’s fists through the chest?
"Don't make a fuss. The vitality of a martial artist is much stronger than that of an ordinary person."

"My master did not die that day. I carried him to the clinic for treatment and he survived."

Zhuang Tie's voice was emotionless, and he spoke each word calmly. Zhou You looked around, and there was no Zhang Shiyu. He remembered that it was the master and his apprentice who left at that time.

Now, there are only Zhuang Daqiang and Zhuang Tie at the scene, but no Zhang Shiyu.

"Where's Zhang Shiyu?"

As soon as Zhou You opened his mouth, the atmosphere became tense. Xiao Shao was heard to spit and say, "What a heartless person."

It turned out that after the failure of the challenge that day, there were only three masters and apprentices left in Dazhuangquan. They still had some savings and were not in trouble.

Zhuang Tie also had money to buy medicine for his master's medical treatment, but his injuries were too severe and he could only save his life. There was no hope of his recovery.

It seems that the medical expenses are a bottomless pit with no end in sight.

One night, Zhang Shiyu secretly left with all his belongings, leaving behind Zhuang Daqiang and Zhuang Tie.

"Xiao Shao, I know what you are doing outside."

"I've also told you, don't come to me for this kind of thing. Dazhuang Fist can't afford to lose that guy."

Zhuang Tie pointed at Zhou You and asked, "Do you know who he is?"

"My master's life was worse than death because he was beaten by Wang Lao Hu. He was Wang Lao Hu's man."

Not only that, Zhuang Tie's missing arm was also torn off by Zhou You's senior brother Lu Qiang.

The two sides have a deep blood feud!
Xiao Shao stepped forward and persuaded, "Brother Tie, calm down. We can have grudges against anyone except money."

"The old man is in this condition. I'm afraid he won't survive for more than a few days. Don't you want to let him go in a dignified manner?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Tie squatted down beside the bed with his back turned, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhou You looked at his back and nodded. Although this guy was blindly loyal, he was a tough guy.

Looking at Zhuang Daqiang lying on the bed, he was so thin and shrunken that he looked like an old monkey with all its hair lost.

This former martial artist won't live long!

"Okay, it's just a meat target, I'll do it!"

Zhuang Tie stood up, wiped his face, and raised his hand to see the guest off. "Xiao Shao, go out and negotiate a price with him. Don't sell your brother Tie too cheaply."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

He pulled Zhou You out of the door, holding his chest and complaining.

"Uncle, you and Tie Ge have a grudge, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"It's all other people's business. I don't have any hatred against him. On the contrary, I am grateful to him. When I challenged him, I beat Zhang Shiyu like a dead dog."

Hearing this, Xiao Shao smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Well done."

Then he added, "You've seen Tie Ge's situation. Although he lost an arm, he was also a well-known Qi and Blood master back then."

"If you hire him as your sparring partner, you must pay him a lot."

"100 taels, reserve him for a month first."

Clank! The silver fell to the ground and Xiao Shao's eyes almost popped out.

He hurriedly bent down to pick up the money and said, "Master, it's a good idea. It's settled."

"Go, I'll wait for your news." Zhou You said with his arms folded.

In the shack, Zhuang Tie carefully wiped Zhuang Daqiang's arms, his movements as gentle as embroidery.

"Master, how many days can I stay with you?"

As they were talking, Xiao Shao came in holding silver, "Brother Tie, it's settled, 80 taels a month."

"Xiao Shao, your brother worked hard for you, so you can take some commission, but don't be too greedy."

Zhuan Zhuangtie did not take the silver, but stared into his eyes.

Xiao Shao immediately changed his words, "It's more than 80 taels. Let me weigh it again. Yeah, it's 90 taels."

Zhuang Tie estimated in his mind that a normal person would round up the price when bidding, so the other party's bid must be 100 taels. Xiao Shao took 10 taels as commission, so % was the normal market price.

"Tell him I agree."

(End of this chapter)